Outside each city gate were wandering some dark hills in casual clothes.

These people will observe the people on the road in advance to see if there are some suspicious ones and need to be investigated in a key way.

A man in his fifties approached Chunyang Gate at this time.

He was wearing ordinary coarse cloth clothes, his hair was gray, and there were wrinkles on his eyes and forehead.

His expression was also very peaceful, without any rebelliousness, and his eyes did not look like the divine light that was unique to practitioners.

His face was not unique, and he looked honest and gave people the feeling of an ordinary craftsman who rushed back to Chang'an to celebrate the New Year.

Even those dark hills who were wandering outside the city gate had a very vicious look, they didn't think that this person was anything special, and they didn't think that this person had to focus on investigating them.

However, when it was his turn to submit the pass certificate, he took out a waist card.

This waist card is red and gold, with no text on it, only one dragon.

The moment he saw this waist sign, the faces of several checked city gate guards changed. He immediately bowed to the man without saying anything. Then a general from the city gate guard came over and led the man to a carriage in the open space behind the city gate.

The man got on the carriage and then calmly talked about a place to go.

The carriageman didn't say anything, but just drove silently towards the place he was talking about.

When this man entered the city, Master Xuanqing, who was walking slowly in the Dacien Temple, stopped.

He also slowly turned around and looked at the direction of Chunyang Gate.

At this time, there was a very old and large pomegranate tree beside him.

The several pomegranates hanging on the pomegranate tree were not picked, and they had turned into black and shriveled fruits.

However, between Master Xuanqing and the person who entered the city, some kind of vitality fluctuation seemed to be inexplicably brought about. These dead fruits vibrated slightly, and even a strange mist was lingering on the surface, gradually condensed into more than ten crystal beads.

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The Sixth Prince quietly flipped through a list of books in his hand, looking at the annotations behind each name on the list, his brows frowned unconsciously.

In order to find out the seventh uncle who was hiding in the palace that Xie Wan mentioned, he chose the stupidest and most time-consuming approach.

He ordered the group of people left to him to collect and organize information about all the men of appropriate age who worked in the palace or often walked in the palace, from the age of more than 20 years old to over 60 years old.

Xie Wan’s seventh uncle must be older than Xie Wan.

However, even though he used such the stupidest and most time-consuming method, he analyzed and investigated the men in the palace one by one, but still found no significant suspicion.

When his heart was getting irritated, a faint fragrance suddenly smelled from his nose.

He moved his heart and pushed open the window of the study, and saw that a plum blossom outside the window had indeed bloomed.

When he was not loved by the emperor, several of his strategists were talking to him in the study, one of them proposed to poach the plum blossom.

The word plum is the same as the word "mildew", and I don't know what kind of plum blossom this time, but it often blooms separately during the Chinese New Year, and the flowers are plain white, which the counselor thinks are very ominous.

But the Sixth Prince did not follow the advice of this counselor. He felt that in times of encounter, he could not take his anger on such things that could not be spoken or moved.

What's more, this plum blossom has been here for longer than he has been here in this world.

How could he blame him for his bad luck?

Later, he became more and more unpleasant in front of the emperor, and the counselors also made other plans to leave him.

Only this plum blossom blooms better and better every year, and the fragrance seems to be quieter and higher every year.

Today, what surprised the Sixth Prince was that in previous years, the plum blossoms had white petals and white stamens, but the plum blossoms that bloomed this year had red.

The one who looked at him was Yuan Xiuxiu, the widow of the Feng family.

Today, Yuan Xiuxiu still did not put any makeup on her, nor did she dress up deliberately, but she was dressed cleanly. In addition, she looked like she was wearing a look of her eyes. The moment she drooped her head in a panic, and her face looked much better than usual.

"Shopkeeper Chen?"

A young man at the same table was holding the wine. Seeing Chen Tu a little stunned, he patted his shoulder and shouted.

Chen Tu came to his senses, smiled embarrassedly, and drank the wine in the bowl in one sip.

"Shopkeeper Chen, I heard that you are alone now and don't find a woman to take care of you?" Although this young man is a little younger than Chen Tu, he is brave and active. He also has a shop in the West City to do business. He does this year well. He will go to his house to eat pig-killing vegetables in a few days. He brought another bowl of wine and drank it all in one sip. He said half-jokingly, "I have a cousin, right in Yong'anfang. He has a good looking, good temper, and capable person. After this year, he is eighteen years old. He is asking me to find a good family. If Storekeeper Chen doesn't dislike him, I will take her to your place in two days?"

His voice was very low. Although Chen Tu did not turn to look, he could sense that Yuan Xiuxiu's head suddenly drooped lower.

"Don't harm your cousin." Chen Tu laughed and said, "I tell you, please see if I'm polite to anyone and don't offend anyone at all. That's because there are disasters in my life. I help tell fortunes. Ten of them said that I'm in prison and have been in prison for many years."

The young young man was stunned, "How could a person like you be sentenced to prison? You are not involved in this at all."

Chen Tu smiled and said, "It's better to believe that there is nothing." Life is fate. How can I harm people?"

"We won't say such bad things during the New Year. Shopkeeper Chen, you are lucky and have turned bad luck into good luck." The young young man toasted Chen Tu another bowl of wine, but he naturally won't mention the matter of being a matchmaker just now.

This wine is a newly brewed sweet wine. The sweetness dilutes the smell of alcohol. It doesn’t have a slight smell when you drink it. However, after drinking too much, it seems to turn into a smell of alcohol in your stomach, and accumulates on your head like clouds rising.

Chen Tu felt in his heart, and the more he drank, the more he drank, and soon he overdoseed it, and he was dizzy and had headaches.

He could have used true qi to resolve it, but for some reason, he just wanted to taste the taste of this ordinary person.

He has been wandering in Yinshan for more than 20 years. He has practiced killing for more than 20 years, and he has forgotten what it feels like to be an ordinary person in the streets and alleys.

After drinking too much, his stomach was filled with things, and he squatted beside the gutter beside the outsider in the yard and vomited like an ordinary person.

He vomited and became even more dizzy, and he almost fell when he stood up.

Fortunately, two neighbors supported him. Old man Qi also liked to drink. When he saw Chen Tu so dizzy inside, he threw down his chopsticks and drove him out, calling a strong man to move Chen Tu into his shop.

Just after putting Chen Tu on the couch, he just covered him with a thick quilt, and Old Man Qi was stunned.

He saw that Yuan Xiuxiu had already lowered her head and walked in with a clay pot.

Smelling some smell from the edge of the clay pot, the old man Qi knew it was sobering soup.

This is also hot sober soup, which should have been cooked before the pig-killing dish started serving.

Old Man Qi glanced at Yuan Xiuxiu, looked at Chen Tu, and wanted to speak but stopped. After all, he couldn't help but sigh.

Yuan Xiuxiu placed this can of sobering soup on the table beside Chen Tu's bed. She had put it down and wanted to leave, but suddenly she had some courage she had never had in her life. She didn't turn her head, but she just turned her back to Chen Tu and whispered: "Your life is not good, my life is not good. I won't dislike you, but I don't want to harm you. I heard them say that you don't believe in evil, but I can't let you take such risks just because you don't believe in evil. I know you are a good person, so I will treat you well. Just thinking that your shop is getting more and more prosperous here, and you are fine. Sometimes it would be great to be able to help me."

She thought Chen Tu was drunk and unconscious, so the old man Qi walked outside the door again. No one heard her soft words, so she said what she wanted to say.

However, what she didn't expect was that she had only taken two more steps and could only hear Chen Tu's rumbling behind her.

She turned around and saw Chen Tu sitting up again staggeringly.

He held his head, smiled at her, and said, "I don't know where my head is now. Your sober soup will get cold for a while. If you don't serve a bowl, how can I drink it?"

Yuan Xiuxiu took a step back.

She was a little scared, but then her tears fell one by one.

She knew that Chen Tu asked her to serve soup for him, which meant that he told the whole neighbor that he had accepted her.
Chapter completed!